“Seems you’ve been busy.” Speaking up for the first time, Constantine makes his presence known to Ky. He hadn’t wanted to say anything, and was fully intent on letting the half-demon pass by on his way, but sense of a consciousness he had left wouldn’t allow him to leave Ky pass on his sight without asking some questions.
He’d heard talk lately of the man’s involvement in matters concerning gods. Some had gone as far as to say he was capable of lifting a certain thunderer’s hammer, but he couldn’t believe it. After all, what were gods but selfish beings of incredible power, who only won the favour of their worshippers for wearing a more appealing guise than that of their devilish counterparts.
“Heard you had a tussle with a norse god. Any particular reason why that happened?”
“we got into a disagreement.” it was more than a simple disagreement though – ky wanted more than anything to rip thor apart. a hard task at any-rate, but he’d beaten thor before, and would do so again, and again.
“he says ‘no’, i say yes, and i throw his hammer at his face.” he then followed with a simple shrug. “the rest is history.” at least to him, but the reality of the situation was entirely different. in truth, it wasn’t simply history; ky would move to strike against thor again and again. at least until he got bored or managed to eliminate the so called god of thunder.
Hellfirebound 